National poetry writing month

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Thursday, 21 December 2023

Wombling

 I've had a weird request, to ruin a Wombling Christmas. Mostly because of his son's love for wombles when he was five.

Not however when he is the age of a teenager, being woken up to a disco in his living room, which mostly is wombles singing on repeat.

Done lovingly by his dear old dad.

Dedicated to Sons that have that sort of Dad.








Opened my eyes
   Woke up to womble music
I think I'll have squish my Dad
    I'm in a rage
No need for wombles singing
 Realise my childhood taste was sad

All day long 
    Dads playing wombling in the room
I'll womble his bloody wombling womble music
All day long
   He's adding anguish to teenage gloom
By playing bloody wombling womble music

I do admit
    I used to like the wombles
Being age five I had to no taste
But please agree
     Now I am mildly older
  My taste is so much cooler*
Wombling songs now cause distaste 

All day long 
    Dads playing wombling music trash
I'll womble his bloody wombling womble music
All day long 
   So please fund me, some moving cash
So I won't need to listen to womble music.

 



* Probably not, it's probably thrash metal or shouty rap.








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